Barriers
By Carol M.
E/O Challenge…rub… Aeryn still has a hard time understanding John's Earth expressions…early Season 1
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Takes place early season 1
Disclaimer: Don't own them, only love them
Note: This is a fic challenge normally written for the Supernatural fandom, but our category is having some issues so the usual writers have decided to branch out to other fandoms this week since we can't post in our own. I've been rewatching my DVD's of Farscape lately and am having a blast getting reacquainted with the gang! Hope you enjoy this little ditty!
"I have the part for your ship," the alien creature boasted. "But it'll cost you."
"Would you take a signed Babe Ruth baseball card?" John offered, only half jokingly.
Aeryn scoffed. "Crichton."
"I want your ears."
"Ah. And there's the rub," John muttered, backing away. "No thanks."
Aeryn joined John. "What did you mean, rub? We weren't touching anything."
"It's an expression. Shakespeare."
"What the frell is a Shackspoor?"
"Shakespeare. He's a writer."
"Sounds like a schlock storage bin."
John chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Just…on Earth…Shakespeare's revered. Out here, he's a toilet."
"What's a toilet?"
"Never mind."
That's All Folks!